I speak low with a lump in my throat, and a lung full of smoke, runnin' dope in my humble abode

It's bohemia.

Sepia tone memorabilia, soak up the media. Daytime TVs gettin' kinda tedious.

Trapped with the social deviants in the confines of my immediate future (is fruitless).

 

I'm through fuckin' tutors. Dust so thick it dates back to the Tudors

Livin' in student digs on tins of tuna (who spent the rent down the boozer?!).

We sip beers and split hairs over current affairs and any unwelcome guests get chucked down the stairs.

 

The bass drum peddle my wares, through the final affair.

 

 

 

 

I was asked:

'Are you coming as a positive influence?'

 

And I replied:

 

I refuse to get caught up in the negative and positive gain.

I take the good with the bad, and sometimes I do a little bit of both.

But, the difference is, I know how to present myself.

 

If any of you should take an example from me, its that I don't sell my ass for glamour.

I'm not commercial meaning plastic; I'm not a role model meaning a 'mask wearer'.

Am I a positive influence? No, why would you ask me that?

 

I remember when people like myself were considered communist for our ideals.

I remember being pushed behind bleep sounds and blackboards because of a word that humanist and racial harmony people couldn't figure out.

I remember when funk wasn't accepted.

 

And now you can play, say, or PAY your way to stardom, which is such a high influence to many.

And if you recognise me, that's just not my call.

Just consider me Yin and Yang, because the world doesn't want positive influences - they're too deep, continuing to praise death and negativity.

It all started on a rainy cornish day. my man musto put me up for the day. the badger rolled a blunt and smashed out, then the blunt started talking to me.

i was looking at it through the clouds of smoke, trying to figure out where it's mouth is at, half trippin' out.

so i took a toke, like 'fuck it, i'm hard' and the smoke hit me like a cannonball.

staggerin down halls, holdin the walls

and to this day i can still hear the blunt talking to me.

as long as i smoke, i will shine like a diamond ring!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Earlier on, after falling asleep in one of my lectures at college, it came to me.

It being the reason of the demise of our lovely world in these recent years.

While sitting there, in a state of semi-conciousness, it all became very clear.

 

There's too many fucking Irish people fighting over a religion that denies them the authority to be fighting eachother in the first place.

The problem is that not enough people smoke Buddah, and everyone STILL thinks Technics make the best turntables.

 

Technics are the Microsoft of their industry - Functional, simple, frustrating, too popular for their own good, and guilty of raping the market - preventing significant sales increases for the other companies: Operating system wise Linux, and turntable wise Vestax.

 

Of course, there are exceptions to this rule. Macintosh computers are on the rise, but they're a bit shit (dunno why people like them) and also, an alarming amount of people are buying Numark turntables (I understand why chavs like these turntables, but that does not justify buying them).

 

So, if you want to do your bit to improve the world we live in, go out to your local DJ shop (eBay's quicker though) and purchase a set of Vestax turntables, a Vestax mixer, and a fuck-off-great-big slab of vinyls consisting of hip hop and drum & bass, then practice, and get the fuck out there and spread the word with your music!

 

 

 

Be at peace with yourselves and the world you are meant to be helping.

 

 

 

 

HAVENT YOU ALL REALISED YET? THERES NO DEPTH TO YOUR EXISTENCE, THERES NO REASON, ONLY COINCIDENCE. THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM THE INEVITABLE...MICROSOFT WILL BUY OUT THE WORLD. THEY WILL COME TO YOUR HOUSES AND STEAL YOUR BELONGINGS. are they going to get my turntables? are they fuck

yes that's exactly what i'm talking about

went down the beach 2 days in a row, it was lovely, since its the nicest beach in cornwall, but none of you motherfuckers will ever find it cos its just down the road from me. i almost feel sorry for all the pikeys and chavs living in urban areas, but i dont really. hahahahahaha fuck redruth, and fuck most of the people that live in it (exception my friends, and especially josh pellow because he's a legend)

If your back's against the wall, turn around and write on it. One day you might make cash from it. Work hard and consider your skills, because it isn't really like anybody else ever will.

 

No other art is so...discriminated.